Engelite entered the headquarters of the North American Light Association.
The person leading the way was a white-haired woman. Apart from her weird hair, she was still very pretty.
"Sir, this way please," the white-haired woman said.
With the white-haired woman leading the way, Engelite came to a conference room.
"Okay, Miss, please call in the people who are going to sign the insurance."
"Okay, please wait a moment."
Soon, the white-haired woman brought in twenty people.
Engelite realized that these people were dressed differently. They didn't look like employees of the same company at all.
Instead, they looked more like members of the Supernatural Organization. They were also dressed differently.
In the past, Engelite didn't think it was a problem.
But now that he looked at them from an outsider's point of view, he suddenly felt awkward.
Should he tell the president to have them wear the same uniform when carrying out missions?
"Sir, sir … can we sign the insurance contract now?" Engelite came back to his senses. He had actually spaced out during work.
But this was already normal. Now, Engelite focused most of his energy on the Supernatural Organization.
"Okay, sorry. Let's start."
Twenty people took the insurance contract, glanced at it, and signed their names.
Then the white-haired woman brought in another twenty people.
Engelite did the same work over and over again.
Engelite vaguely sensed that these people weren't ordinary people. They were all spiritualists!
Although he couldn't sense most of them, there were always one or two who weren't strong enough and didn't have good control of their magic power. Engelite could easily sense their magic power.
No wonder. This was a supernatural organization.
But there seemed to be quite a lot of people.
It was just signing the insurance contract and not negotiating, so it didn't take much time.
But there were too many people. There were at least four hundred of them.
There were really a lot of people in this supernatural organization.
But judging from Engelite's senses, most of the people in this organization were similar to him in the past.
They were spiritualists who were just slackers.
Of course, Engelite didn't dare to say that he would definitely win against anyone in the organization, but he could definitely stand alone against outsiders.
Engelite's mentality was good. He felt that everyone had gone through that stage.
But the strength of an organization had nothing to do with the number of people.
The Supernatural Organization only had twenty to thirty people, but most of them were quite strong.
Even Ados dared to run out and take orders.
Right, Ados was about to be discharged in two days. He usually played with Ados, so he should pick him up.
The white-haired woman noticed that Engelite was distracted again.
His impression of Engelite immediately worsened.
However, the insurance contract had already been signed.
"Mr. Engelite, let me see you out."
"Ah … oh, thank you."
Engelite packed his things and was about to leave when he felt a bump on his shoulder.
A man with a mohawk hairstyle purposely rubbed against Engelite.
This man was the same as Morid. He wasn't a good person.
Of course, after being taught a lesson by Chen Zhao, Morid had become much more well-behaved.
After walking for three meters, the man's expression suddenly changed. He touched his pocket and realized that he had lost something.
The mohawk man turned to look at Engelite, who was holding onto his phone.
"Sir, did you lose anything?"
A look of surprise appeared on the white-haired woman's face.
How did this insurance salesman take away that guy's phone?
He couldn't even see it clearly.
The mohawk man's face was filled with anger. "Give it back!"
Engelite tossed the phone back into the mohawk man's hand.
"So fast." The white-haired woman could vaguely see Engelite's movements.
However, the mohawk man wasn't happy. He felt like he'd been played.
"Go die!" The mohawk man raised his arm and swung his fist at Engelite.
Engelite's arm suddenly turned into a blur. The next moment, a dagger appeared in his hand. At the same time, the dagger was pressed against the mohawk man's neck.
In the entire Supernatural Organization, Engelite was the only one who could barely keep up with Chen Zhao's speed.
In the past, Engelite's biggest weakness was that he couldn't maintain his super speed for long.
But now, his speed had increased by at least eight times and his control of magic was even better.
It wasn't a problem for him to last a battle.
He even asked the members of the Lightning Team to teach him fighting techniques.
"You want to kill me?" Holding the dagger, Engelite smiled at the mohawk man.
So fast, too fast!
The white-haired woman subconsciously took two steps back.
If they clashed and the distance was less than five meters, she definitely wouldn't be able to dodge his attack.
If she was within five meters, she would definitely die!
She didn't even see how Chen Zhao had taken out the dagger and pressed it against the mohawk man's neck.
This guy was also a spiritualist! Furthermore, he was a very powerful spiritualist.
"Se … Sir … I'm joking with you." The mohawk man was frightened.
He could only bully normal people. He didn't expect Engelite to be a spiritualist too and a powerful one at that.
Most importantly, he could feel Engelite's murderous aura.
Speaking of this aura, Engelite had learned it from Klaus.
Apparently, Klaus had learned it from Chen Zhao too.
When facing enemies or captives, one might not want to kill them, but one still had to maintain the murderous aura.
This was to shock the enemy and make them submit and fear him.
Engelite obviously didn't plan to kill, but he'd learned 80% of the aura.
With a smile on his face, Engelite looked like a cold killer.
Engelite put away the dagger. The white-haired woman still couldn't see Engelite's movements clearly.
Engelite returned to the appearance of a commercial insurance salesman.
The mohawk man was so scared that his legs turned to jelly. Even when Engelite turned to leave, he didn't have the strength to stand up.
He felt that he could really be killed.
The white-haired woman really doubted which one was the real Engelite.
"Mr. Engelite, you should know where this is, right?"
"No."
"This is the headquarters of the North American Light Association. Are you interested in joining us? We really hope to have a powerful wizard like you. "
"Sorry, I still prefer my job as an insurance salesman." Engelite wouldn't reveal his true identity so easily.
Even his family didn't know his true identity, let alone others.
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